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dean spiderfucker winchester

I sat down to work on my dissertation (a practice characterized by deep terror and dread) and put on my classic rock Pandora station.

First song to come up? Tom Petty's Runnin' Down a Dream, which was NASCAR's theme song for the second half of the 2018 season, which just ended yesterday. (Okay, so NASCAR's version was a cover done by the same woman who sang the opening theme for Cars 3, but same song.)

DEAR GOD, I LOVE SUPERNATURAL SO MUCH. This isn't even about the episode that is currently airing as I type, though I'm looking forward to watching it later. IT'S JUST A GENERAL FEELING.

EDIT: LOL. I have an alarm that rings every night at 9PM telling me to get off the computer and get ready for bed. It has been the 10x05 rendition of "Carry On Wayward Son" since its inception, so hearing this as an alarm tone is not at all new to me. But it rang just now, in the middle of me having an Emotion, and I started cryingggg.

I genuinely believe that Meredith Glynn is my least favorite SPN writer and side-eye is quickly becoming my knee-jerk reaction to her (sort of like the rest of fandom and the Duo, whom I like) but I would still die for Sam and Dean Winchester 30,000 times.

I hope during the Thanksgiving hiatus I'll be able to go back to 14x02 because I still have unfinished business but this weekend I'm in NYC and last weekend I was in Boston and the weekend before that I was in St. Louis and the weekend before that I performed a trapeze routine and I am very tired!

I did a friends cut. Nothing special--just if we hadn't spoken in the last year via LJ. If we're friended on another site and interact there and not here, then I figured it made more sense to just stay friends there and not here. And if we hadn't spoken in a year, period, LJ is probably not going to be the place where we begin.

Last time I did a friends cut (many, many years ago...) someone got upset and offended, so please do know that it's not personal and I'm more than happy to re-friend and try again!

This weekend while I was hanging out with a friend in Indianapolis, I found this excellent shirt at the Hot Topical:

I'll have to save my "are these dots and Xs canonically sound" examination for my next rewatch. Also, it took me a good hour to figure out the relevance of 9/13 to SPN. I was like "I do not see how these numbers have any narrative relevance" but of course they don't; it's just the day 1x01 aired, because of course it is. Even if it's just a TV date, however, and therefore significantly less interesting to me than an in-narrative date, at least it's ours!

Happy September 13th! May you be raised like warriors, and masterfully infodump on a dimly lit stairwell today. <3

I wanted to try image compositing in Photoshop, AND I AM SO PLEASED WITH HOW THIS TURNED OUT??? Please excuse the dust; this Impala has survived eight different moves and as many shelves.

SHE'S BEAUTIFUL:

And these have nothing to do with image compositing, but it's hard to work with this diecast without appreciating the level of detail. It has a carpeted interior, y'all. The seats are adjustable. The front wheels turn when you turn the wheel. Look at that engine bay?? There's a spare tire in the trunk (not to mention the tires are all rubber), and the undercarriage/chassis is fully articulated. *mwah*

I literally burst out laughing when I saw this gifset. I know it's supposed to be an affirming scene and that Sam's supposed to be reassured and trusting here, but when I look at this now I swear to god Sam really looks like he just saw the next 12.5 seasons flash before his very eyes. XDDDDD And then those very eyes issued a quiet but resolute "Fuck you, Dean. Fuck you to the moon."

"So the monsters in Purgatory. Did they come after you? Like, full-on," Sam asks one day, shortly after Benny and Amelia become figments of some distant past. They are 82 miles into a shapeshifter case, though most of those 83 were only circling Spokane again and again. It's the first question Sam has ever asked about Purgatory.

"What the fuck else would they do?" says Dean.

Sam's nose twitches as Spokane blows a tickle of hair across it. "Not like that. I just meant-- I wondered if they still had that kill drive, or food drive, or whatever. They're technically dead over there, right? So there's no reason to eat. No need to, anyway. Without that, what do they do?"

Dean stares hard at the red light before them. He says, "Did you run out of Sudoku or what? They kill things, Sam. They're monsters."

"I'm not saying they didn't, man. I was just wondering if maybe--maybe that's the difference between a monster and an animal. I've always figured it had something to do with survival instinct versus sadist instinct. Or something."

Dean considers this. "You mean like, all vampires want blood. But some of them are dicks about it. Which makes them monsters."

"Sure, I guess," Sam shrugs. "It's not a perfect taxonomy. Your average wendigo isn't an asshole. Just creepy."

"Still cannibalistic, though, which is kind of a dick move. On the other hand, hamsters eat each other all the time. Have you ever seen--"